I must have had a charmed life.....one encounter with the old man caused Bill Barrel to actually drop the ash off his fag one morning.
Me...cowboy boots up on a desk...hiding behind a newspaper...suffering the world's second worst hangover....BB at his desk fag going.
In walks a guy....inquires of me..."Just what the bloody hell are you doing?"
Me..."I'm having a cup of tea and reading the fecking newspaper!"
The old fella stormed off....BB turned what as a ghost....the ash fell from the fag...and he stammered...."Bloody Hell Shag....you know who that was?"
Me....absolutely unmoved...."No....who was that?"
BB..."That was Mr. Bristow you c
t!"
Me...thinking quite to myself....something along the lines of "Time to get my Resume' up to date....and kit packed!"
Later that afternoon....upon being summoned to "Mr. Bristow's Office" high up in the very top of the Ivory Tower"....humble face on....all prepared to get down on my knees and beg if necessary....upon apologizing to The Man....he said...."At least you knew what you were doing....unlike the rest of that lot!"
All he wanted was to have me fly him to his small cottage on the hill in the S-58T.